Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.